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May 2015
I wish you could get out of my head,
Because at night when it gets late,
My mind starts to inane,
My face goes full red.
Sometimes I go insane,
Thinking if we'll talk again,
To be honest I'm drained,
And I need you to explain.
I would love to complain,
About this cruel pain,
But I'm tied in a chain,
Not allowed to refrain.
I write these for my sake,
To take away this ache,
So I could start and fake,
Just when I'm about to *break.
You're the person I think of before I go to sleep.
Jane
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